A view from my kitchen window 18/12/2014
I am about to undertake another painting. I am trying a sea landscape this time. I find writing a poem helps me come to terms with myself at the moment
Trespass motion
Pack, unpack resolving imploding
Colours taints drifting dreams
Winds and feathers whistling in the sailing rivers of meaning
Caught in armies of aching treason
Rising impasse to traverse, to cover
Then exort a tendril of measure
A moment of time captured to witness
All grievance with object opening
No gap between it and each other
Involved in speculation
Condensed in seeming judgement
Allow all angles to rest on the eye
Incorporate into one’s dream world
At one with the daily duldrums
A sea swelled undercurrent wave high
Crash on the headland to return down under
Life passed on to another dimension
Lights’ wonder.
December 18th
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2014
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